Tuesday, November 8, 2011
I'm Wrong??? Say it isn't so!!
Let me set up the scene for you. We're driving home after spending a
fall afternoon at the flea market. The weather, initially sunny and warm
requiring only a light jacket, had turned overcast, grey and cold. The
wind had picked up and would sporadically whip the autumn leaves into
a frenzy. After spending time just gazing out the passenger window I said..
ME: "Days like this are so melancholy."
HUSBAND (an agreeable sort.. never one to correct or judge, speaks):
ME: (whipping my head around looking towards this being who had,
morphed from my husband's body): "Yes.... Melancholy!",
spoken in a tone of "Oh, no he di'nt!!")
HUSBAND (now resorting to chortling): "MELANCHOLY!! How is this
At this point, it's incredulous that this conversation is happening. I
wouldn't even acknowledge that an answer was required of me. After
all, I AM right in using that word to describe the day!
You see.. this time of year always makes my past come to life. I see my
hometown that was nothing more than houses, large
yards, lots and lots of mature trees, and stone walls still standing since
the early 1800's. I see myself in grade school, with all my friends,
wearing 100% wool, crew neck sweaters.. the "uniform" of a typical New
England girl. I see my family, that through divorce, had become a
tight knit group of people consisting of my mother, brother, grandmother,
aunt and uncle. With just that very brief description of my childhood,
a fast paced slide show of memories runs through my mind. The same can
be said of my college days. Older, but just a kid. A kid still needing the
comforts of homey memories to wrap around me when things got too
stressful or unknown. And it's always at this time of year that I get this
way. I think the answer lies in the fact that even though fall is so filled
with the miracles of nature's coloring, it is the last hurrah before
everything is stripped bare for the duration of winter. Therefore, I have
been choosing the word, "melancholy" to encompass my feelings.
Not one to want to admit being wrong, I decided to enlist the
help of Mr. Webster and I looked up the official definition. WHAT??!!
Couldn't be! "Depression of spirits, sadness, dejection." I don't
feel any of those! Time to ask Mr. Roget. He wanted me to add
words like, "mope, gloom, etc." No... NO.... NO! Say it isn't so....
I have been using the wrong word to describe this autumnal vibe!
I still don't know what word would be the perfect fit, but I sure found
out that not only is the word, melancholy, wrong but so am I. Yes,
dear, I will say it.... "I was wrong." Gosh, darn... and I was so close
to being perfect!!!!!